I have no further information about this band and I kind of like it that way, but if I had to give them a one-sentence summation, it would probably be something like: Having nothing to do with the army that fought on behalf of the United Kingdom in WWI and WWII, and neither carrying any formal associations with the other famous BEF, Human Leaguers’ Martyn Ware and Ian Craig Marsh’s early ’80s electronic music outfit British Electronic Foundation that later became Heaven 17, Erased Tapes Records’ The British Expeditionary force are softly tearing the world a fantastic new asshole through which to waft the otherdimensional winds bands like Múm and Schneider TM sailed in on in the early part of this decade…. I wrote a long, confused metaphor a few issues back in Heso about how exciting I thought this record was, a metaphor that involved erotic weather patterns on the isle of Lesbos, but I think I will just say that this record stands out by being really different in its staccato bursts of rhythm from the nu-folk and boojie ivy league naptime garbage that people are shitting themselves for these days (I’m talking about vapid garbage like Fleet Foxes and Vampire Weekend, maybe even Bon Iver?- full disclosure).
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